Giovannie and Jenna are twins. Giovannie is the reckless free spirit of the two, the one to have a flirtatious smile plastered on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Everyone knows the flamboyant Gio is bi so they're used to his 'eccentric ways'. Take the twins childhood friend Hunter, for instance. Gio has been hitting on him since puberty but the cool and tolerant Hunter had always brushed him off and took his advances as playful jokes. But what happens when Hunter suddenly turns the tables on Gio? Now Gio is the one being seduced...what to do what to do? Especially when Hunter is suppose to be his twin sisters boyfriend! Then in steps a potential rival for Giovannie's affection, sweet all American boy next door, Nick Davis. Gio's life is about to get more dramatic.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

Ou pourquoi deux inconnus venaient tous les matins ici, à dix heures.

"Tu veux baiser ?" Voilà ce qu'il m'a dit après avoir appris que j'étais puceau. Il me l'a dit avec tellement de facilité, comme si ce n'était rien d'autre qu'une formalité, un papier à signer, une lettre à poster. Mais je ne suis pas comme lui. Lui couche à droite et à gauche, pour de l'argent, des services, un toit où dormir. Il n'a pas d'attaches, ni d'attentes. Mais je ne suis pas comme lui. Peut-être devrais-je plus lui ressembler pour qu'il me remarque ? ROMAN SOUS CONTRAT D'ÉDITION CHEZ NISHA ET CAETERA, PROCHAINEMENT DANS VOS LIBRAIRIES

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

Meet Emerson Lane. A twenty-two-year-old college drop-out working on the 23rd floor of the most successful business in the world. Meet Lafayette Jeff. The owner of Lafayette Inc., the most wealthy and most mysterious man in the world. Offered a promotion to be Mr. Jeff's personal assistant, Em easily takes the higher paying job, expecting to be the little gopher of a corporate big wig. Little does he know, though, that Mr. Jeff is not your typical, billion dollar owning boss. And little does Mr. Jeff know, though, that Emerson Lane is not your typical twenty-two-year-old cute gay man either. Working with the mysterious billionaire, Em discovers more than what the media lets on, the many rumors and mysteries that swirl around Lafayette Jeff, finding out the intimate details of such a strong, confident man. And without him realizing it, Mr. Lafayette Jeff is also discovering the very intimate details of the young and attractive Emerson Lane.

"Meat" has been a call-guy in Chicago's gay district for over a year and seems largely satisfied with his job. Until a peculiar new client makes him question if he should be serving his meat to everyone.

ANCIENNEMENT "Georges". Le titre est modifié en raison de la publication aux Éditions Hachette Romans le 5 septembre 2018 Priam aborde son année de terminale avec appréhension. Installé dans sa petite routine, il se demande si sa vie peut être plus basique. L'arrivée de Georges dans sa vie, un garçon comme lui, sans secrets apparents l'entraîne dans un tourbillon de questions sur sa propre identité. Georges n'est pas qu'un prénom, Georges est un monde. "Georges. C'était à la fois tellement banal et peu commun. À l'heure où ma classe était composée de trois Maxime, deux Enzo et quatre Lucas, Georges résonnait différemment : vieux, royal. Cela ne lui correspondait pas. Le gars qui avait débarqué dans ma chambre par ma fenêtre et fait mes maths avait plus l'allure d'un Léo, à la limite d'un Nathan, voire si on veut rester dans le délire des prénoms vieillots d'un Lucien. Mais certainement pas l'allure d'un Georges." Les chapitres 5 et plus ne sont plus disponibles en raison de la publication prochaine du livre.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*